"Perhaps you are the one and the half."

He's gentler on his glass than she is, watchful while he drinks, with his usual cheer darkened a little around the eyes by concern he doesn't try to hide. She isn't really the one and the half, of course—

"I will give you your missing quarter," he says, putting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand to look at her, "if you tell me what is wrong."